Ashe
I snap down on the next one that comes flapping too close, the sharp crunch of its hollow bones breaking under my teeth followed by the hot flood of blood across my tongue. I growl low in my chest, satisfaction rolling through me as I shake it once and let it drop.
The small clearing is nearly empty now, only drifting feathers and the stench of blood left in the wake of the chaos. Most of the flock has scattered, and what’s left are the bodies—so many of them, more than I expected. Enough to feed quite a few, and I imagine at least one vest lined with the feathers. My chest heaves with the exertion, breath puffing in the cold as I stand panting, tail up, ears pricked sharply forward.
My grin is wolf-wide, the expression equal parts feral and amused. That’s the most fun I’ve had in a while, I admit through the Attuned bond, just for the hell of it. My gaze sweeps the carnage once, feathers still drifting, snow churned and bloody underpaw, before turning back to him.
Want help carrying everything back to the Citadel?
The small clearing is nearly empty now, only drifting feathers and the stench of blood left in the wake of the chaos. Most of the flock has scattered, and what’s left are the bodies—so many of them, more than I expected. Enough to feed quite a few, and I imagine at least one vest lined with the feathers. My chest heaves with the exertion, breath puffing in the cold as I stand panting, tail up, ears pricked sharply forward.
My grin is wolf-wide, the expression equal parts feral and amused. That’s the most fun I’ve had in a while, I admit through the Attuned bond, just for the hell of it. My gaze sweeps the carnage once, feathers still drifting, snow churned and bloody underpaw, before turning back to him.
Want help carrying everything back to the Citadel?
inside my blood and bone
and their network of tendon and meat
you and i, our histories of hunting
and being the beast.
